The cloaked figure stood silently at the door of the Quicksand. Other adventurers pushed past her to the side without a single word or even a glance. She hesitated, unsure whether to enter or not. To her left, S'honji stood having a rather annoying conversation with someone. For a brief moment she wished everyone would just disappear so she could stay unnoticed. Then she saw her target across the room standing in his usual place.
Coatleque breathed a sigh of relief to herself. He was there. Alive. Seemingly unphased. She had watched him take a bullet not two days prior in a scene that conjured up images of her own past once again. But there he was engaged in conversation with someone. This would not be the place to approach him. Not like this. So she waited. Withdrew and sat on a bench for a good hour or so, with cloak and cowl drawn tight for concealment.
Finally he left. And she trailed him from a distance. Ducking and weaving through the city crowd. Pretending to shop at various stalls when he stopped. Hiding behind corners when available. She followed him to the Goblet. He stopped at the Brimming Heart and looked off towards the distance. This would have to be it, she decided. Now or never.
Cautiously she approached him from behind. Reaching out slowly she touched his shoulder just as he turned to face her. Their eyes locked. His expression was one of complete shock at seeing her present. Quickly her other hand raised to her mouth in an expression of silence. He nodded in compliance. After a few more quiet and awkward moments, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his, pressing against him.
Unsure of what to do he returned her embrace, leaning his head to rest against her hood. All she could do was sigh contentedly. But no, she had a purpose, a reason for this meeting. Duty must come first. She pulled herself away from him, slowly, letting her hands slide down his arm. Reaching his hand she deposited something in it. A note. An urgent message. She regarded him with a worried expression.
He took the note and read it quickly, then roughly crumpled it and pocketed it away with a growl. Their eyes met one last time as she turned to leave, pulling her cowl low as she disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Coatleque breathed a sigh of relief to herself. He was there. Alive. Seemingly unphased. She had watched him take a bullet not two days prior in a scene that conjured up images of her own past once again. But there he was engaged in conversation with someone. This would not be the place to approach him. Not like this. So she waited. Withdrew and sat on a bench for a good hour or so, with cloak and cowl drawn tight for concealment.
Finally he left. And she trailed him from a distance. Ducking and weaving through the city crowd. Pretending to shop at various stalls when he stopped. Hiding behind corners when available. She followed him to the Goblet. He stopped at the Brimming Heart and looked off towards the distance. This would have to be it, she decided. Now or never.
Cautiously she approached him from behind. Reaching out slowly she touched his shoulder just as he turned to face her. Their eyes locked. His expression was one of complete shock at seeing her present. Quickly her other hand raised to her mouth in an expression of silence. He nodded in compliance. After a few more quiet and awkward moments, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his, pressing against him.
Unsure of what to do he returned her embrace, leaning his head to rest against her hood. All she could do was sigh contentedly. But no, she had a purpose, a reason for this meeting. Duty must come first. She pulled herself away from him, slowly, letting her hands slide down his arm. Reaching his hand she deposited something in it. A note. An urgent message. She regarded him with a worried expression.
He took the note and read it quickly, then roughly crumpled it and pocketed it away with a growl. Their eyes met one last time as she turned to leave, pulling her cowl low as she disappeared into the darkness of the night.
